Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Late at night.

Every now and then, E&S Haven echoed with the sound of a whip cracking through the air, mingled with occasional grunts from Elliot and Sheena’s melodious laughter.

On this tranquil evening, these sounds, although shocking, sparked endless imagination and curiosity.

(Elliot’s and Sheena’s experiences are left to the reader’s creativity, as they cannot be written here.)

Elliot finally experienced the unforgettable wedding night he had longed for.

It was a resurrection after the embarrassment and desire for death, floating in ecstasy, like a small reward from heaven.

It was also an unforgettable wedding night for Sheena.

Since she got pregnant, she has not been engaged in any high–risk activities.

That night, she rode a big horse, using a belt as a riding crop, swinging it freely…

It was indeed extremely fun for her.

In the extreme bedroom foreplay, Sheena’s experience was pleasant and exhilarating, but Elliot’s experience was rather lousy.

In the morning, sunlight shone through the half–drawn curtains, illuminating Sheena and Elliot’s beautiful and delicate profiles.

Elliot was sleeping on his stomach. His arm was wrapped around Sheena’s chest, a habit he had developed even in his sleep to avoid putting pressure on Sheena’s belly.

Last night was their wedding night, and they played until late into the night.

They were exhausted and slept deeply.

All was still until Sheena’s phone rang on the bedside table.

She groggily reached out to answer it, and the ID showed that it was Paul calling.

Sheena picked up the call, only to find that it was indeed Paul who called this time.

He apologized earnestly for his and John’s negligence, which led to Sheila’s escape.

“I’m sorry, Miss. We lowered our guard when we saw her behaving well for a while. We didn’t expect her to be playing tricks again. She teamed up with Margaret’s son, Kye Hubbard, drugged the three of us, and escaped. We will accept your punishment.

Sheena brushed aside the matter of punishment and asked, “Any news? Have they found her?”

“No, we searched along the river all day, but there was no sign of her. We even went to several villages

downstream, but there was no news. She was shot, and the river was icy cold that day. Perhaps she… didn’t make it?”

Sheena’s tone turned cold. “Even if she’s dead, I want to see the body.”

Then, she ordered, “Continue the search. Go through the villages downstream again thoroughly. She couldn’t have gone far; she must still be in one of the villages.” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Yes, Miss.”

Sheena hung up the phone.

This matter had completely awakened her drowsiness, and she sat up at the edge of the bed.

Behind her, Elliot felt the sudden rush of cold air and the empty space next to him. He furrowed his brows in discomfort, unconsciously grabbing the edge of the blanket.

Underneath the covers, a large hand firmly gripped Sheena’s nightgown.

She glanced down and noticed that Elliot was sleeping on his stomach.

Was it because his lower back was sore from her sitting on him last night, or…

She leaned over, playing with Elliot’s hair with her fingertips, deliberately blowing air close to his ear.

“Honey, what’s with this sleeping position? Do you need me to massage your back?TM”

Elliot half–opened his sleepy eyes and murmured softly in response.

Sheena slipped back under the covers, gently massaging his lower back. However, as she massaged him, the mischievous smile in her eyes deepened.

Her fingertips silently ventured downward, stopping at Elliot’s firm, round buttocks.

Through the thin silk pajamas, she cautiously caressed, clearly feeling the lingering swelling beneath

the surface.

Just as she was about to continue groping, Elliot suddenly grabbed her wrists.